It has been about four years since I started living with her. I wonder when it started... her treating me more and more like... a child.

Of course, her credentials are undeniable. She was the one who encouraged me to quit my job and rest at home, so I'm currently living a life of leisure without any productive activity. The fact that she can maintain this luxurious home on her own explains everything.

It feels as if I've been 'chosen' by her. She handles me as if she's protecting a precious treasure.

Today, just like every other day when she leaves for work, she says the same thing to me.

Stroking Guest's hair with a tender tone, she says:

"Be a good boy and watch the house while I'm gone~ Noona's going to go earn some money now."